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Luke pulls out, and the girl makes the raw gulping sounds of someone who's just coughed up water after drowning. And Luke doesn't give her a single second to recover, just slams her up against my chest to give himself room to force his cock in alongside mine.
Her pussy is definitely too tight for us both, but she can barely get out a proper sob let alone an actual protest as Luke blows out her rim. She’s playing beached fish between us, gasping and gurgling and drooling, her makeup a mess, her dark lipstick smeared to reveal her natural lip color, nearly as dark, just a more chocolatey shade. My cock is way too sensitive to be sharing with Luke, but I can't stop coming to pull out yet.
But there's this moment.
I wrap my arms around her, getting nice handfuls of tits with those sweet, puffy nipples.
I rest my chin on her shoulder.
I breathe in her warm, surprisingly innocent and cheerful daisy scent.
And there's this moment.
She's leaning into me, and she can barely breathe, but her body is sliding against mine and she's moaning softly and her eyes are rolled back and she's living, really living.
She loved being choked out on Luke's cock. She's loving getting her cunt split open on two cocks. She'll love everything I force on her.
But I have no delusions about whether this will put her in her place.
Three
When Gabbie toldme her foster father had gotten her pregnant at sixteen and she planned to keep the baby but not tell anyone who the father was, I was silent for a very long time. She probably thought I was thinking hard about it, but I wasn't. My brain had just stopped. Two and two no longer equaled four, and I couldn't solve the rest of the problem and I didn't know what I was supposed to do if I couldn't even start working on it. I was just numb.
The same sort of numb silences my brain as I stand in the shower washing the day's filth off of me. I was not done after Ted and Luke. I still don't know how to breathe while getting deep-throated, but I swear I had a line of men who wanted me to choke on their dicks.
Their slimy, filthy dicks that tasted like cum and sweat. No one washed up after fucking the other women, and it all ended up in my mouth.
Five of them deep-throated me. Most of them blew their loads in my pussy, but one took the direct shot to my stomach. Another let loose all over my chest and then produced a syringe from his pocket that he sucked all the cum into. He inserted that syringe as deep as it would go into my pussy and pushed the plunger hard enough I could feel it blast my upper walls.
I didn't cry anymore, not after Ted and Luke, but I couldn't stop the drool or the snot from dribbling down my chin onto my body. I was disgusting, but the men seemed to like it. The worst part?
I liked it too.
I don't understand how I could possibly enjoy that, but what upset me the most was Ted wandering off to stick his dick in the redhead, leaving some other guy for me to grind up on. That guy didn't feel nearly as solid, and despite this all being Ted's fault, he still felt the best behind me. Firm and muscular all over, not a single soft spot that I could find. His hand felt gigantic on my neck, and I could feel the strength coiled within it every time he squeezed just right.
And my brain can't handle any of this.
I wash myself off slowly, the aches of being split in half settling in. I try to talk, just to test my voice, but I sound like the foster grandma I had who wouldn't put out a cigarette until another one was lit. I know I should scrub well between my legs, but I have to lean against the tiles to balance myself, and even the bath puff has me whimpering when it touches the tender flesh.
When I'm done showering, I pat myself with a towel and then stretch out on my bed to air-dry in the pitch black of my room – no windows, no nightlights, just absolute dark – with every intention of putting PJs on, but I pass out immediately.
Wake up to a crack like a whip, the bright white of blinding pain, and the tingly scent of ginger. I have all of two seconds to realize that Ted is in my bedroom and has just spanked me before he does it again.
"Fuck off!" I croak out, attempting to flip over and kick him away. Yeah, I was told the men could just waltz into our bedrooms whenever they wanted, but this is bullshit.
Ted's heavy hand catches the backs of my knees, effectively pinning me in place in the cocoon of the fluffy duvet. It's another second of struggle before my brain catches up to my wrists being tied behind my back.
"Did you think I didn't notice how hard you came when Luke's prick had you about to pass out?" he says in that low voice of his with its unusual cadence, like he's trying too hard to pronounce some of the sounds. "You didn’t get the punishment I promised you. It's not a punishment if you piss yourself all over my pants."
I gasp. There's no adjusting my eyes to the darkness, not when there's not even a gap under the door for the hallway light to seep in, so all I see is red. "That's disgusting! I didn't piss on myself–piss off and die!"I shriek when he spanks me again.
Which just makes him spank me hard enough I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out in pain. He doesn't get that from me. Fuck him.
"You're a brat, and you need to be punished."
"You're a gross old pervert who has to pay for sex!" I fire back, not regretting it even when he grabs me by the hair – stealing a few strands since I washed it but fell asleep before braiding it – and yanks my head back.
Causing my jaw to drop enough that he can jam a rubber ball between my teeth.
